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Me And Colette And The Epic Shower

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Overview

Tiffany Riesling is a good girl. She gets straight-As in college and runs the youth group at the church where her father preaches.

But Tiffany has a secret inner life that her professors and the Reverend Riesling know nothing about: a wild fantasy life she just knows would horrify them if they were to ever discover it.

In Tiffany’s fantasies she’s a bad girl. A wild girl. A slut. She drinks and flirts and parties with the kinds of dangerous guys the Reverend Riesling likes to preach against.

And then there’s HER: Tiffany’s irresistible fantasy girl. Tiffany most likes to indulge in fantasies about HER during her “epic showers.”

And then, by some miracle, one day Tiffany’s fantasy girl walks into her REAL LIFE. And Tiffany’s good girl life gets WAY more interesting.___Warnings: This erotic short story opens with an explicit masturbation scene and only gets hotter from there! Lesbian sex throughout. ___EXCERPT: It’s a bedroom way at the back of a long hall, as far from the raucous party as it can be and still be in the same house. I slow down as I approach it, nervous but also curious. Then I open the door, and—

“Oh!” I drop my drink.

But the couple on the bed is far too busy devouring each other to notice my intrusion.

This part of the fantasy changes. Sometimes she’s riding him, bucking faster and faster, her pert breasts bouncing with her enthusiasm. Sometimes he’s got her bent over the bed, fucking her hard from behind while he spanks her ass. One time he had her blindfolded and bound to the bedposts.

But always—always—she’s the first one to notice me. She looks over at me standing in the doorway, her green eyes alight with lust, and for the first time I realize how wet I’ve become. Her eyes lock on mine and her lips curl into a seductive smile. Come here, she says, and I’m instantly filled with a longing more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. There’s no decision to be made. I go to her.